Nightmare Attack

The handprints are not big, they look like they were left by a child.

At the same time, everyone immediately thought of what happened to a few people in Jiangcheng last night. They found a series of small barefoot footprints when they were looking for Liu Lizi's residence, just behind Pan Du's body.

In this way, the handprint and the thing that left the footprint should be the same.

It is most likely the "god" in Yoko's mouth.

That is the ghost in this supernatural event.

Looking at the photos full of the wall, Boss Sang couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The fear in his eyes almost condensed into substance. He asked in a very small voice: "You said, if it's just a dream, how do you explain the mudra?"

There is no way for everyone to answer this question.

After Luo He hesitated for a while, he asked: "Apart from this handprint, have you encountered any strange things?"

Boss Sang thought for a while, turned around, and put on his clothes, "No, I had the courage to go to Su Ji Restaurant to take a look this morning. It was all normal inside. The owner and his wife were busy entertaining guests. I watched it for a long time. , And didn't see anything wrong."

He said as he shook his head, obviously he couldn't understand what happened last night.

"Apart from us, who else did you talk to about this matter?"

"Nothing." Boss Sang replied immediately, looking very nervous, "I...I don't know how to explain this matter until now. I'm so scared to death, how can I dare to talk to others."

"This is the best way. We can help you solve this matter, but before the matter is resolved, I hope you can keep a secret, otherwise..." Luo He sighed.

"I understand, I understand." Boss Sang behaved very cooperatively.

It's strange to say that they didn't know each other, but in the eyes of Boss Sang, these people gave him a very reliable feeling inexplicably.

Especially the man in front of him.

"At the same time tomorrow, we will come to look for you." Luo He put away his cell phone and looked at Boss Sang and said, "I suggest you not to deal with these photos. You can try to find out the Oriental man you have met. But don't try to destroy the photos."

Luo He's tone became serious, "Otherwise I am worried that something terrible will happen."

Hearing that Mr. Sang’s face turned pale, as if all his blood had faded, but the look in Luo He's eyes became more trusting. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You also feel it, right?"

He pursed his lip. "The dream I had last night was like a prophecy. If I insist on destroying these photos, then the Oriental...no, it's the Oriental ghost! And the scary things behind Will appear."

Boss Sang swallowed his saliva and continued: "But on the other hand, if I don't insist on destroying the photos, then these will not appear, and I am safe."

"Oh, I'm going, I didn't see that your little head is pretty good." Pi Ruan exclaimed, and he changed his mind to this only man.

"Where and where, the expert praised, isn't this... also forced?" Boss Sang said with a bitter face, "Who would think that an honest person who is responsible for doing business could serve me like this? What's the matter?"

"Heh." Fu Fu gave a sneer, glanced at Boss Sang and said: "Businessmen are real, we don't know if they are not doing their jobs."

It is not normal for an ordinary photo studio owner to hide so many photos of Oriental people in private.

I'm afraid the relationship with the Oriental is not as innocent as he said.

After leaving the photo studio, the group first found a restaurant and sat down, preparing to fill their stomachs first, and then go to Jiangcheng and the others to meet.

They chose a private room on the second floor next to the window. The cool breeze blew through. If it weren't for a task, it would be a little pleasant.

"How is it?" Pi Ruan stretched his neck and asked mysteriously: "Do you think this photo studio owner has any problems?"

According to Boss Sang’s narrative, he was obviously involved in a world completely separated from reality last night. Luo He took a sip of tea. His ability is to construct dreams. In his opinion, the encounter of the other party is very similar. It's a dream.

But this led to two more questions. Luo He clenched the teacup with both hands, as if he was absorbing the temperature of the tea. "First." He looked at everyone and asked, "He is the owner of a photo studio, why was he involved? In a dream?"

"It's those photos." Chen Qiang replied, this is the most reasonable explanation.

Luo He nodded, "Yes, there is a problem with those photos. I think Boss Sang's premonition is correct. He has met the Oriental and took a picture of him."

"Okay, then the next question is the second question." Luohe's tone sank, "Boss Sang how did he survive his dream?"

One can imagine how weird the dream constructed by this ghost is. Up to now, no one has survived in the dream.

Although Pan Du and Linghuyong are not masters, their experience and skill are not much higher than those of boss Sang, but even they are planted, and boss Sang has no reason to survive.

Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes, "You mean...the ghost deliberately let him go and didn't kill him?"

"Other than that, I can't think of any other reasons." Luo He put the book in his hand flat on the table and said, "You can also say what you think."

Although the two words you are used in Luohe dialect, his attention is more focused on Lin Wan'er's face.

"But... why did the ghost let him go?" Huai Yi asked puzzledly: "If it's really because the photos will reveal the secret, just kill him directly."

In their subconsciousness, the probability of ordinary people surviving after encountering a supernatural event is extremely small, especially the ghost's ability is even more weird.

Before the words were over, a few people heard a quarrel in the street outside, first there was someone screaming, and then there was the sound of many people running.

It was accompanied by the crashing sound of things being knocked over ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and the crying of children.

Everyone suddenly felt uneasy.

With chaotic sounds from far to near, Huai Yi, who was sitting by the window, stood up and looked out, just in time to see a group of people rushing towards this side.

He looks like a person in a police station, with a weapon in his waist, and a big wolf dog.

Before he could see clearly, the moment a police officer looked up and looked at each other, the police officer shouted something, as if he had discovered a new world.

Immediately afterwards, all the police officers looked out the window, accelerated their feet and ran downstairs, Huai Yi faintly heard "they are there, hurry up, don't let them run away."

Not long after, the door of the private room was kicked open, and several fierce police officers rushed in.

From their point of view, there were still more than a dozen people standing in the corridor outside, and a large wolf dog that was **** raised its front feet and barked at the room.

"Who is Luohe?!" The headed man with a beard held a stick in his hand and asked angrily.